Keira Ashe’s parents are great but her mother has
overprotected her for years. Now, this twenty-two-year-old Bostonian has graduated from college and can go on a trip she has been planning for years. She fears her shyness may get in the way of her enjoying what could be a life-altering adventure. However, Keira feels her luck is about to change when she meets gorgeous bartender Declan Slane.

Declan Slane is twenty-six and works at a hotel bar in Dublin. He hasn’t been
very lucky in his love life so far. Also, he has got a troubled past he has
chosen not to revisit in order to keep his sanity. Because he isn’t looking for
a girlfriend, Declan isn’t very pleased to meet a certain breathtaking American
who walks into his bar one afternoon.

Get a taste of adventure and heartache as Keira spreads her wings and matures
while she gets to know her great-grandparents’ home country – Ireland. Hold
your breath when she faces tough decisions and dangers. Root for Keira while
she weighs up the consequences of making love for the first time. Bite your
nails when she comes across unforeseen threats.

Liz Gavin’s second full-length novel is hard to put down just as it is hard to
pinpoint its genre. She has woven an intricate web around her characters that
will leave readers breathless. In the sizzling concoction, this talented new
author poured heart-warming romance, heart-stopping suspense, and a dash of heart-searching
paranormal. Take your pick. Regardless of the literary genre you might favor,
Liz Gavin’s writing will take you to a whole different side of it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And now for an Excerpt!

When Declan opened his eyes again, he didn’t know how much
time had passed. The house was deadly quiet. O’Hallon was nowhere to be seen.
Sluggish, Declan crawled forward and sat up beside Keira. He could barely
breathe, due to the effort to move and the loss of blood, but he pulled her
lifeless body onto his lap and held her close. He hugged her tight against his
chest. He buried his face in her hair, which was covered in blood, and cried
like he hadn’t cried since he was a little boy. He felt like he was six again.

“Please, please, don’t leave me, Keira.”

His sobs filled the air. He balled his hands into fists,
frustrated because Keira didn’t respond. He couldn’t face the evidence that she
wasn’t able to answer him.

“This is my fault, too. He wouldn’t have killed you, if I
had let you go with him.”

He sat there, rocking back and forth for a long time, hanging
on to her as if he could bring her back by sheer power of will. The thought
that she was gone forever caused such burning pain in his chest, much stronger
than the one from the bullet. He couldn’t breathe.

“Please, don’t go. I can’t bear it if you leave me, too.”

And now for the interview!!

What group did you hang out with in high school?

Ooohhhhh I was part of the crowd that stirred trouble,
never got caught, and always got good grades. The teachers never had a chance
with us because they never suspected us of any wrong-doing. It was awesome.

What are you passionate about these days?

The Graduate course I'm going to. It's quite demanding
but (I) love a challenge so am enjoying it a lot.

If you had to do your journey to getting published all
over again, what would you do differently?

I would start it earlier.

Ebook or print? And why?

Hmm
tough one. Before I became a writer I was
an avid reader. I would read almost anything I could find. I revered the pages
of books to the point I was unable to write on their margins as some of my friends
did when we were teens. (Yes, I’m old. I grew up reading books, not Kindle!!! LOL)
Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that I viewed printed books as precious
things. In fact, I’m a book hoarder and my idea of Paradise is an library
without end. You can imagine how hard it was for me to accept the idea of a
thing called ‘ebook’, which people read on LCD screens. LOL I was only
convinced they were a good thing when I realized I could carry my endless
library with me anywhere I went. I had found my Heaven on Earth! hehe

What is your favorite scene in this book?

Well I'd have to give a humongous spoiler here to be
able to answer this and make sense so pardon me for being cryptic. The hardest
scene for me to write is my favorite one in the book and that's the one where
Declan comes through as a real knight in shining armor.

About the Author:

When Liz Gavin
was in Second Grade - just a couple of years ago, really - her teacher told her
mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for
her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt
the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved
telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.

Apparently, the
teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary.
She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of
writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience
her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s
class.

Since then, she
has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get
her hands on – from the classics to erotica. That’s how she has become a writer
of erotica and romance, as well.

As a young
adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans
for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants.
NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in
Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant,
gorgeous and sexy country.

Welcome to her
world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the
paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you’ll get the picture.

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